Tomorrow we make our stand in Andorhal, and I fear this will be my last letter to you, my love. The undead are unfatigued and we, I fear, are only human. We cannot hold against them. But fret not. For although we are sure to perish. Our hope stays strong. The Light will prevail!
And, my dearest, I take comfort knowing that, as those dark terrors storm our walls and crash over us, my last thoughts will not be of death. I will think of you in my arms, and I will known peace at last.